Q looked up from consulting a recipe, cookie mix streaked down one cheek and flour in his hair. He was wearing a black apron that James thought might be his, but wasn't sure. "For lots of people."
James nodded. "Right."
Q smiled a little and returned to the recipe book. Already scattered around were finished batches and a few closed boxes. James picked his was through the Christmas minefield, wary of a mistake. "Cats?"
Q pointed to the closed bedroom door. "The decon on the flat was terrible. I forget how cat hair gets left everywhere."
James left that thought alone and looked over a cooling rack of cookies in the shape of snowmen, decorated with MMs, it looked like. Q hummed and closed the cookie book. "No, I think those are the last ones."
"Wait," James muttered. "Did you... Were you not sure of what to bake?"
Q grinned cheekily. "Oh, no. I usually buy a few bags of flour and sugar and some random other items and then read the recipes to choose that day."
James blinked and looked around the mess. "That's... Unique."
Q nodded. "Quite. I've just to pack up now and clean."
James shrugged. "Have fun, love. I just need... Ah, where is the coffee maker?"
Q blushed. "I... It... Well. I made some biscotti that called for coffee and I forgot about it and..."
James took a deep breath. "I'll be down the road at the cafe if you need me."
Q winced. "I'll meet you there after I buy a new one?"